Papa in dem Schnee

That is the Papa jumping around in the snow. I like jumping around too, but Mummy couldn't do much under 3 layers of winter clothing and toting my gear around in her tummy. It was warm and cosy for me, but Mummy huffed and puffed a little trudging in the snow in the forest. I can't wait to visit again next winter. Next time I will be jumping about in the snow.

Hallo, Ich Bin Julien

Ja, that is me in 3D. Like my hand?  My first photo wasn't too good, Mummy got a shock so the Doc had to take a better one where I don't look like the extras on Alien Resurrection.

That's the back of my head and my backside.  And my heartbeat is 143 bpm. Doc said my tummy bubble is a good size and so is my head.  I am now 219 grams and 18 weeks old.

That's my hands and feet from the back view.  You can't see my wee-wee, but everyone got a good look and they're quite sure now I am a boy.  The Papa was very relieved and happy.  Looks like we are ready for my debut in Germany. See you all soon!

New Mummy Clothes

Topshop Maternity

Mummy cannot wear her jeans and pants anymore, cos I am taking up to much space. So she went and bought some new pants which cost a bomb, she said. But what is the funniest thing is all the elastic on her pants... she has never worn elastic since she was a little girl.



M.U.G from La Bloomingchic (Marina Square)



Euraugo (Marina Square)



I think the Papa is going to complain about her shopping bill when he finds out. He's in Korea now, in a city called Seoul, which is near the border to North Korea. Mummy told him that if he gets stuck in a war this week, she's not sure she's going to be able to get him out.  I think "war" means you can't get onto the aeroplane. People are also afraid of this, I hear them talking about it these days.  I hope the Papa comes home soon. Before the war.

My Toy List

Mummy and the Papa had a disagreement about my toy list.  Mummy thinks it's good to give me all kinds of toys - she calls it "gender-neutral socialization" - so that I don't become too much of a boy's boy. Papa thinks she's crazy and that she shouldn't experiment with me. Mummy says there is nothing wrong with giving me a girl's toy as well as boys' toys. Here is what they discussed:

Teddy Bear

Papa: Okay



Football

Papa: Okay

Truck

Papa: He should have a Maserati, but okay.

Barbie Doll

Papa: No Way!!

Mummy: Why not?

Papa: We are NOT giving him a doll.

Mummy: Tell me why he cannot have a doll if he can have a truck and football?

Papa: Let other scientists mess around with other people's kids lah. My son is not playing with a doll! (twitches exasperatedly)

Mummy: Give me ONE reason why not?

Papa: He'll become gay!

Mummy: No he won't.

Papa: Yes he will.

Mummy: No he won't.

I don't know what "gay" means, I think it's something like having an extra hand or extra foot, cos Papa seems to be very afraid of it. I don't even know what the fuss is, as long as they give me something to do when I'm out there, I will be fine. Now I only have my umbilical cord to play with and it's not that interesting. The other thing is jumping on Mummy's bladder and she doesn't like it either. So bring me the Barbie Doll! I don't care! 



Mein erste Urlaub

This is where I am going to be in December!

I hear it is completely different from Singapore, and according to Mummy, it is going to be bloody cold. I think I will be just fine in here inside Mummy, but she said she's going to be quite uncomfortable. Still, I am excited cos there will be new sounds and smells. We are also going skiing! Well, not Mummy, but the Papa and Uncle Tobi.  There will be some other kiddies coming too, I heard, for Mummy to practice babysitting. The Papa also talked about some yummy things we are going to eat, like fondue and raclette and lots of other fun stuff we don't get here. Mummy had pig organs for lunch again today, don't get me wrong, I don't hate Chinese food, but it's getting boring down here, especially since I started smelling and tasting stuff.

I won't be able to see anything from down here, but my ears are getting quite sharp, so I can hear everything. I heard there are quite a lot of people in good ol' Germany who want to meet me! Too bad they can't see me yet, I will only be the size of a banana during Christmas, as I have some more months to grow before my big debut next May.  But don't worry, if all goes well, I will be seeing all of you next year!

It's a Boy!

That's what I look to the Doctor, Mummy said.  She and the Papa saw something on the screen that looked like my wee wee.  The Doc said there's a chance I could still be a girl, with an enlarged vulva, maybe. I don't like the sound of that at all.  They will have a look again in December to be sure.

Papa is over the moon that I am going to be a boy.  Mummy took a while to get used to it, but now she is okay. She said they will just have to try again in a few years, she doesn't think she will be so unlucky to get two boys.  Actually Mummy is quite happy. She's more relieved that I passed all my tests so far.  Mummy now has someone to blame for all the pimples on her face. Sorry, Mummy.

Grandpa is also rather happy although he doesn't show it, he showed Papa a book about kungfu and spent a long time telling Papa about how he used to learn judo and kungfu when he was younger. So I will play fussball and learn judo. I also have to learn to speak 3 languages, my schedule is already packed and I'm not even born yet.

Papa finds every opportunity to tell everyone what a great job he did with me. Mummy is not as impressed, but I can tell Papa is VERY pleased with himself.  I sure hope I'm going to stay a boy, otherwise Papa is going to be very embarrassed.

Julien?

13 weeks

I like to move
I like to feel
I like jumping and
I won't stay still

I'm sucking my thumb
And touching my head
I'm bouncing around on
My amniotic bed

Now I've got my
Fingers and toes
Am I a boy?
Ha, you won't yet know

Don't try to take
A picture of me
I'm busy in here
There's nothing to see

Being quiet is
Such a chore
I'm going to play
A little while more.

Boyfriends and Girlfriends

Mummy and Papa have been having conversations about how they would raise me if I were a boy and a girl. They don't seem to agree much on this.  Papa said if I were a boy, he would highly recommend that I have as many girlfriends as possible once I am 15 and I can bring them home.  Mummy said I will do that over her dead body. Mummy will not allow any girls to stay over until I graduate from university. She said, "No teenage sex under my roof."  She's also given me a midnight curfew until I go to university, whether I am a boy or a girl. Papa thinks that's crazy (but only if I were a boy).

I don't know what all the fuss is anyway. I don't even know what a girlfriend is, much less sex. It might have something to do with the stuff that's happening between my legs this week, it sure seems to be a big deal to these adults.

Right now, all I really care about is finding my thumb. I've heard that it can be a lot of fun putting it in my mouth. I think I'll get on that right away.

Arms and Legs!

Today, Mummy and the Papa person saw my arms and legs! I have two of each, but Papa only saw one arm. My legs were moving around. The doctor person also let them hear my heartbeat. It is 175 bpm (beats per minute).  

As you can see, half of me is my head. Papa said I was very cute, and Mummy said she probably suffered so badly the past 3 weeks because I decided to try out my new legs. I can also touch my face now with my hands.

In 2 weeks, Mummy will go for another test, to see if there is a chance I get this awful disease. She will have her blood tested too. Mummy is now back on her nausea medication so she is not so depressed.

And I can go back to kicking!



Monday At The Doctor's

On Monday, Mummy will go to the doctor's again. She needs more medication so that she can have a normal life.  The Papa person will come too, he has not heard my heart beating and he's quite psyched about it and seeing me on the screen again.

I am much bigger than I was, and Mummy said my eyes are going to open this week. I can't see a thing in here anyway, so it makes no difference to me.  I can hear a lot though, it's never quiet down here, and I never get much sleep.  I wake every time Mummy's cortisol levels jump, and this is always when we are in the car, during which Mummy (and sometimes the Papa) says "Fuck", "Fucker" and "Fucking idiot!" a lot. I'm looking forward to meeting all these people very soon, since Mummy and Papa seem to know them very well and see them every day.

Mein erste Flug

On Tuesday I went on my first flight, it was to Jakarta for one night.  Of course I had the best seat in the house -- me in my amniotic sac all by myself -- while Mummy had to squeeze in cattle class. She was nervous about having to heave on the plane, but luckily all went well, apart from some stress waiting for our lunch.

The sounds were new and strange, but I was not afraid because Supercomputer said it was just the engines and propellors.  Hmm, I shall have to wait a few more months to find out what those are.

Mummy's flight home was delayed on the tarmac while parking, and she was cross because she was going to be late, said Supercomputer. Luckily Mummy made it back to office and we picked up the Papa person again. Supercomputer said "Home sweet home", I think it means Mummy's glad to be back on the sofa with her legs up.

9 Weeks

That was me 4 weeks ago, I was still a blob and had not yet started causing havoc to my mother's body. I can hear her thoughts sometimes, she says pregnancy should be a human rights atrocity and she will be contacting the people from the Geneva Convention.

This week I have a brain and my heart is beating. My sex organs will form soon. I am pretty sure I am going to be a girl, cos my Mummy keeps saying that she doesn't want a disgusting little boy and I hope I won't disappoint her. She's getting all kinds of pimples and feeling very sorry for herself every time she throws up her stomach contents in the toilet bowl. This happens a LOT, I can feel the vibrations each time she heaves ho.

She's not very pleased with me most of the time, cos I can see the stress cortisol levels going up and down, especially when she is on the phone and shouting. She shouts a lot. There's a Papa somewhere and he gets shouted at too, but he's alright, he doesn't shout back and he kisses Mummy even though she keeps saying: "Don't touch me!"

Mummy spends a lot of her day with her head on the table. I try not to make too much gas but it's hard, she gets really upset she cannot go out to lunch because of the gas. Mummy listens to a lot of Glee and lately this Offspring song called "Kristy Are You Doing Okay". She's a bit emo, and cries when she reads a sad article in the paper, I know cos Tear Duct Central starts up and down here the hormones go a bit haywire.

Maybe things will get better when all my organs are done and the Progesterone guys stop messing with Mummy. Then maybe she will start to love me more too.

Oh, and if you are wondering why sometimes I write in German and sometimes in English, it's because the Papa person is German and Mummy is....well, Mummy is Chinese but it's too much a hassle to put the Chinese words in, so I shall write in English for Mummy's sake. Mummy said she will speak to me only in Chinese when I Come Out, because if I am to be a winner in the New Global Economy of China Superpower, I have to speak 3 languages. And you know - Mummy know best. Tschues!

Ouch!

Mama ist zur Zahnreinigung beim Zahnarzt. Ich glaube ich werde wie Papa. Das Geraeusch tut so sehr in meinen kleinen Ohren weh, dass ich lieber erst mal fuer die naechsten Jahre nicht zum Onkel Zahnarzt will.

Hallo Ihr - Wer bin ich?

Achteinhalb Wochen nach dem mein Papa seine bislang beste Leistung vollbracht hat, hat er heute Mama ueberredet einen Blog fuer mich zu starten. Momentan weiss ausser mir selbst noch niemand, ob ich ein Julien oder eine Allyson werde. Ich werde das Geheimnis auch noch ein paar Wochen fuer mich behalten. Mama haette lieber eine Ally - Papa sagt ihm ist es egal. Obwohl Mama ihm das nicht so ganz abnimmt, denke ich ihm ist es echt egal. Ob Junge oder Maedchen, er freut sich schon riesig auf mich. Ich denke das Gleiche gilt auch fuer Mama.

Naja, erst einmal gehen die beiden wohl eher davon aus, dass ich ein Maedchen bin. Ansonsten haetten sie den Blog ja nicht Allysworld genannt. Was soll's... eine URL kann man ja auch wieder umbenennen. Ich verrate noch nichts!

Bis bald,

Julien (oder bin ich Allyson?)